A fist will make you understand intention To raise alarm is underhanded, so I cut off the phone I bind you up with tape and catch some TV It’s getting late, the shadows in the street are watching us
Check for fibers in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboards Check the fingerprints, go through the trash Maybe I just wanted some attention Compulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the light
Every story needs to have an ending We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
The night is crawling closer to the action Your mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too much Well, every story needs to have an ending We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
A player inside your home, I’m raider Defiling all you own, raider A cat among the crows, I’m raider The butcher and his prose, I’m raiderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
